Chapter 21

As the detective walked to his house, he passed an alleyway. This wasn't concerning, until he looked into the alley and saw a dark spot where a puddle was. Upon closer inspecting the dark spot, he realized it was blood. He looked around but saw nothing else, no body, no fibers, and no fingerprints. A kill with no evidence but a dried puddle of blood. After some time spent in the alley, he decided to return home. He had no lead here to help him, only the dried puddle. Someone had made sure to clean up well.

He reached the door to his home, nothing was out of the ordinary so he went in. He put his coat on the rack and locked the door. he took off his gun straps and put his guns on the table. He felt like he was being watched. He grabbed his guns and put them on his waist just in case. Then a noise came from his living room. He went to look, but found no one. He started to think he was paranoid.

Leaving the living room again, he sat one of his two guns down, keeping the other with him. He made himself a glass of tea and started getting ready for a shower after his long day. He relaxed as the hot water poured down his back. Distant but there, he heard a door close quietly. He thought nothing of this because of where he lived. He finished his shower and got dressed. When he left his bathroom he noticed his lamp in the living room was off. He grabbed his gun and readied it.

As he turned the corner, he couldn't see into the room. It was very dark with little light. He took a few steps into the darkness, listening to his surroundings. He heard a click and his lamp flashed on, blinding him for a moment. He looked back at the lamp and saw someone sitting in his chair with a knife in her lap. It was a girl, about 12 years old. She had long black hair, and bright blue eyes. They looked at each other for a minute.

Girl: "You don't know me yet, but im not your enemy. Your Detective Smith right?"

Smith: "Yes, but who are you and why are you here? And if your not my enemy then put the knife away."

She put her knife away and he holstered his gun.

Girl: "Now we can talk. I am Lucy, and in time you will know why im here detective."

Smith: "Ok Lucy, what brings you to my home like this?"

Lucy: "Its about your case, your after the wrong people."

Smith: "These people have killed innocents. As far as im concerned, that makes them murderers."

Lucy: "And you would be right, if only things weren't as complicated as they are."

Smith: "What do you mean by that?"

Lucy sat up and put her finger on the edge of his table.

Lucy: "This will let you know about me. The rest I will tell you some other day, when the time is right. Just know we are not the ones your after. Your case is built on lies."

She flipped the light off and the darkness consumed the room. Even though she was sitting near him, he couldn't see her. He flipped the light on quickly, but she was gone. His door was locked and he was alone again. He quickly gathered the fingerprint she left and went to bed, sure he wasn't going to see her again for a long while.